The mountain forest at night was as thick as un-washable ink. The moonlight was chopped to pieces by the layers upon layers of ancient tree crowns, casting distorted, grotesque shadows on the ground. The occasional hoot of night owls in the distance added an even deeper sense of bone-chilling solitude. The air was permeated with the scent of damp earth, rotting leaves, and a faint, cold, fishy stench from the deep mountains.
Chen Mo followed closely behind the Husky, stepping unevenly. The dog walked not fast, but with extraordinary steadiness. Its four paws trod on the thick layer of fallen leaves, making only the faintest rustling sound. The warm silver glow flowing all over its body was like a faint lantern in this heavy darkness, barely illuminating a small area ahead and reflecting the lingering vigilance on Chen Mo's face.
"Lord Dog," Chen Mo lowered his voice, feeling his breathing exceptionally clear in the silence, "that 'Starlight Force Field' just now was quite something! When did you learn that?" He was referring to the earlier trick of effortlessly crushing several inferior flying swords.
Chapter 84